forum House of Chaos (RP as your characters, everyone is welcome)

Started September 10, 2020 by @bluebee55

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Britney vibed on the couch

(Hi guys I'm back)

"I love your hair!" Britney said, wishing her hair was cool like that girl's hair.

"Common tongue?" she asked, looking confused "Have not spoken in Common tongue in very long time." her voice was gravely, it sounded like she hadn't spoken any language in a long time.

Nani?"

Awakening to voices was not what Luka had wanted to, but that wasn’t the part that came off as alarming to him. What did alarm him, however - was the foreign languages being spoken within the house. And the fact it was an unfamiliar setting did everything but calm him further. He scrambled to his feet, narrowly avoiding hitting his metal helmeted head on a counter, and blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. Just as he would, as if awakening from a rest. He quickly checked himself, checking for restraints of any type. None. Was he a prisoner, or something else? He looked around, and there was no one here.

Luka steps forwards and out of the room. There wasn’t much to see here, aside from mapping out the locations of rooms and doors in his mind. He only had to note the lack of windows and doors leading to outside, a feature which had him consider the possibility of this being a bunker. But where was he, and why?
He made his way towards the voices.

"Nani? Why- why are we speaking of grandmothers, what is happening?"

Peregrine only sighed, slowly shaking her head. "It seems there's a language barrier here. It was bound to happen, eventually."

"Perhaps one of you outrageously magical beings could pull a solution out of your arse?" Oleander offered flippantly. He gave a smug smile and slouched against the wall, the movement almost catlike.

Tess slanted a glance towards Oleander, arching a brow. "Oh, so his all-powerful majesty can't flick a wrist and fix this mess?" She flicked her own wrist in emphasis, then folded her arms beneath her chest and leaned against the wall, only to slide down to the floor and draw her knees up to her chest.

Almost immediately as the language barrier was mentioned, Luka stepped into the room, taking in all the odd individuals, before exclaiming in a completely different language, “Wehr de fick? Wehr rel ki?” Although, his voice would be slightly muffled by the mask he sported.

Gatzi looked over. “Oh boy. Not one, but two language barriers, then. And despite my thousands of years of existence, I have never once heard anything like that. No clue what you just said,” she gestured to Luka, who looked at her cluelessly.

"Darling, if my magic was that strong, I would be doing something interesting right now," Oleander said, punctuating his statement with a dismissive eyeroll and a heavy sigh. "World domination, perhaps? Or just normal domination. Or submission. The point is that I would be doing something far more exciting."

She made a slight hissing noise, gripping the violin tighter, "No magic…"

Theresa rolled her eyes as well, then hummed and pulled out a cellphone from her back pocket. "I might have a solution for myself, but that's a big might. Depends on her mood and what exactly we're stuck in." As she rapidly typed something, she flicked her eyes up to the new arrival that spoke a different language. "Oh ragazzo, un nuovo amico," she muttered sarcastically, pierced tongue rolling on some letters, "It's getting crowded here."

Basil felt like he was walking around in circles. Everything sort of look the same to him; incessant. He kept playing with his shirt collar as he kept on with one foot in front of the other. Tighter he hugged the pink bunny plush while his breaths became quicker and lighter.
When turning at a corner, he was brought to a stop. Could he be hearing things? No, it's never happened before. None of it feels like a dream; he swears on it. Basil bit his lip while pinching his neck. "Ouch!" Nope, defiantly real. And with that, Basil decided to journey forward in the direction the voices where.
As he got closer, he could feel the hairs on his neck stand up. Something about this made him feel reluctant and scared. Obviously he wasn't going to dart in there or just walk in casually. Basil looked down at Ange before standing at the doorway giving a little knock.

Mashka was back in the kitchen, which was slightly more crowded; she took a deep breath and shrunk against the wall, brushing her curls from her face. Her nightgown fluttered around her calves. She watched everyone cautiously. Mist swirled around her ankles.

By this time Arwood lost count of everything and everyone. He just stood in a corner gently fingering a stick of lavender between his thumb and index, clenching an dunclenching his jaw. From the corner of his eye, he caught an emerald eyed woman enter, he walked silently over, hand held up palms outward, he didn't want frighten her.
“Have you explored this dwelling? Was there anything that might explain why we are here?”

Mashka shrank against the wall, eyes wide. "Um… I've seen the library, and that's about it."

He smiled reassuringly but took a step back seeing the discomfort in her eyes. He looked around at the people around him, “ I am not used to being nervous or scared but I expect everyone has their first day.” He glanced back at the woman hoping to put her at ease, “I believe we can find a way out of here if we all band together, and trust eachother…to a certain point.” He tried to sound confident the opposite of what he really felt. “Can you think of anything that caused you to be…summoned here?”

Mashka looked down at her bare feet, cloaked in mist. "I… I was raised in a house like this…"

(Oh, right!!)
"Soo.." Britney said, drunk

She set down the violin and moved to the sink. "So?"

"What's your name?"